A Hairy Aries

Hey! I'm Aries, how do you do?  
I'm ruled by my fool head but bold,  
where  fools rush in, hey, I do that too  
but I have no guile or so I'm told...  
 
I'll not lead you wrong I'll lead you straight  
no twists no turns no lies straight and true,  
but don't pull me down with buts, I'll fight  
to get the job done and done cheerfully or, my name ain't Rew!  
 
I'm relentless in hate, lackadaisical in luurve  
but only hate those who are hateful,  
and in love can be a bull in a china shop or cooing dove,  
or indifferent to loves magnetic pull.  
 
I'm blind to imperfections, I've no use for style,  
if I've mucky hands it's coz I'm on the job,  
I can whine like most but don't know wiles  
and will not tolerate the snooty snob!  
 
I will leap before I look? Nah, I never look,  
don't look cross eyed at me cos I'll explode,  
and instantly regret that silly route I took  
but it's almost impossible for me to be slowed.  
 
And where will it all end, when I'm a burnt out shell,  
will I age gracefully or in disgrace,  
am I running with scissors straight to my own hell  
well, I guess, like me,  you'll have to watch this space?